The seat’s already warm as I plant my cheeks.
Not a moment too soon as my taint squeaks.
A release of brown, a terrible sight.
A present for the next person, a terrible fright.
Pure Pooetry
The seat’s already warm as I plant my cheeks.
Not a moment too soon as my taint squeaks.
A release of brown, a terrible sight.
A present for the next person, a terrible fright.
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